A Big Shiny Blue Marble Ch. 50

As much as he enjoyed loving with her, it was the quietest times that he waited for. He loved to whisper to her and he'd tell her little stories of his life when she asked and she'd listen spellbound with his arms around her. Sooner or later, he'd hear her breathing shift and he'd very carefully try to be able to look at her in the darkness for a time before he fell asleep himself.

It hadn't come to him yet, but it would one night as he looked at her and saw her quite well in the darkness -- far more easily than he should for a human male. He loved to wait for her to slip deeper in her sleep, and then she'd make her little noises; those soft little whimpers and growls against his skin and if he was lucky and had managed to stay awake long enough, he'd be rewarded by being able to watch and listen as she grunted a little loudly and snorted once or twice.

He knew that she'd be embarrassed to know that he did this, but it meant a lot to him because he knew enough about demon girls to know that it meant that she felt at ease with him.

He'd fall asleep then, listening to her noises and feeling wonderful to have the love of someone like her.

And of course, Narreth didn't know this, and he'd never tell her, just as he didn't know that she awoke for a time afterward to look at him and know what she had as well.

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Randi came so softly with the sort of soft whimper in his ear that broke his heart free and if he could have, he'd have handed it to her right then.

"I've never come like that before," she whispered as he went on slowly, "it was the barest thing, considering what you're pushing into me. But I don't think I've ever come so nicely. I didn't need anything more right then and I felt it in my toes -- everywhere, Billy. That went right through me, I -- I -- "

The next one was coming to her and it was far different. He'd begun to stroke just a little harder, and it was nothing other than just a little bit more purposeful. Right away, Randi knew that she wanted this one to be for him, and so she tried to tighten things a little. It was all that she could do. It was all that she had control of.

For a few seconds, anyway.

She tried to buck for him, but the position prevented a lot of that, so she just hung on and did her best as something roared out of the darkness at the edges of her mind and when it arrived, she was like a dried autumn leaf, feeling bright red as she skittered in the wind of a passing tornado. When the middle of it hit her and swept her off in it, Randi slammed her head back against the post and screamed.

Just as she thought that it was passing, she felt it as his semen came to her, and the tingling rush began as she felt that life inside of her. She'd never felt it as a man came in her, other than maybe the hardening that she sought to feel in them most times, because it meant that the rape was nearing its end and the challenge of getting away to hide and weep would begin.

But not with him, she told herself as a thrill came to her suddenly when she had one lucid and clear thought in this.

He wasn't even fucking her very hard.

Randi was fucking with a demon. That was a nice thought to her since she loved him. But now she knew that she had no choice but to find out exactly what that meant. All of that power - that magnificent body pressing against her. The wonderful scent of him challenged the very muscles that she clung to him with. She looked up.

She saw the teeth and the fur and almost came in the insane lust that rose even as she sat at the apex of her climax, and in the next instant, she was looking into the eyes of a demon and saw no madness there at all. What she saw for her there almost made her want to weep at how he loved her.

She felt like a moth alone in a dark room with a lit candle. There was only one outcome. There was nothing that she could do -- other than give herself to him, and feel the heat of him against her as it consumed her. The way that her breasts were crushed against him like this was wonderful to her. She found her voice in a bit if surprise as she heard herself gasp and yell to him, and she felt his rough voice vibrate clean through her when he told her that he loved her as he grunted against her ear and her horn.

For a moment, all that she knew was his name, "A -- Ay -- AYT- Ah, ah, ah, AH, aaaAAAYYYT-HAAAANNnnn! -- nnh, nh, nn".

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Sully and Narreth had already had the discussion that while actual coitus might wait for another day, they both agreed that some increased blood flow would more than likely be good for her and now they were testing that as she rubbed herself softly over the length of his manhood while she rode him.

"Thomas, "she sighed, "did you hear that? Randi and Ayt'han have begun. I am so happy to hear that cry."

"I am too," he nodded, "Demon or not, I've never met a finer pair of young people. I wish them happiness."

She chuckled, "I as well. And I wish me a grandchild one day."

She began to rub herself a little harder and Sully was quick to offer his concerned caution once more, but Narreth the small and beautiful demon began to rub herself in much longer strokes then as she looked down at him, somehow managing to look pleading, and yet patient to him at the very same time.

"Thomas," she began, doing her best in the limited way that her demonic speech could convey her imitation of the way that his Irish brogue often came to her ears to charm her, "Ayt'han is my son. He is the last of my spawn, and he is a very fine male. I think it is only natural for his mother to rejoice a little that he and our young friend try to begin something."

Sully nodded, since he felt the same way.

She moved the forward part of her motions enough that she slipped clean off the end of him and his hardness nudged against her anus for an instant before they began the next stroke and she began to speak once more. "But there is something else here," she said, "This affects me in a way that you might not understand as a human, though I don't know that it's certain that you can."

She replicated the previous stroke and felt him against her there again, and she pressed herself there a little this time.

"In the beginning, we hunted many things where we were and there were other things which hunted us, so we lived in groups for protection. We still carry our beginnings in us."

She moved languidly back and forth on him to pick up as much of their juices as she could as she continued, "If a pair of us began to mate then, it was taken as a sign that we were safe, since that would never have happened otherwise. Can you understand this?"

Sully nodded; fascinated as he was whenever Narreth spoke of things such as this. Anything that he could glean of her kind was enough to hold his attention and in that, he was a lot like Randi and how she loved to learn anything as well.

"Once one pair began," she said, "I think that you might see that all of the rest who had someone would begin as well. The urge to mate has always been strong in our kind. The place where we lived was colder than this for much more of the year, and it was easy to mate and try to breed, but not so easy for a female to conceive and spawn a little one.

No matter that he is my son and no matter that she is not a demon, there are demons mating near enough for me to hear the sounds of it and it brings out my own want to mate -- and I have such a fine male for me. It is only natural that I wish to please us both. I do hear you, and I will risk nothing for us, but you will take your female this night.

I love you and it is my joy to suckle on you, but Thomas, I have a bellyful of your seed. Now I wish for you to put it elsewhere."

With that, Sully's eyes opened wide as he realized what her intent was. Narreth reached back and moving herself a little, she held his shaft and leaned forward a bit with her other hand on his chest as she pushed back.

"Narreth," he gasped, but she shook her head with a little smile, "Be still now, Thomas. I need to concentrate a little to get us together. You said to me yourself that I was a wife to another for over twenty of our years. This is something that I was made for as well. All that I ask from you is your kindness to me, and we can enjoy another way together."

She grunted a little as she worked at pressing herself backward and allowing him in. It caused Sully even more concern, since hearing her grunt against him at night very often brought him to hardness again and he felt himself swelling at a time that he would have rather offered her a little less of that.

She paused often to rest, but she was getting him inside of her and she waited for a moment to get up her determination to get him past the tightness. It happened with a gasp from her and a very deep groan, but then her progress in this became easier, and at last, Narreth was sitting on her male with him inside of her in a new place for them.

She smiled down as she tried to get used to it, and her experimental little wiggle caused them both to gasp and grin.

As she began her careful and very slow motions on him, he watched her as she knelt in a way that took his heart as well for the newness of it. Her hands were on her thighs for the moment and she smiled up at the ceiling.

"I have always loved to do this," she said when she could, "it was my way to please my male when I could not in other ways. It began when we were courting and I found another joy for me this way."

She looked down at him with a soft smile, "But it is very different to me this night, Thomas. Tonight it is you who is my male and I love you so -- and," she grinned a little with a soft grunt, "I have wanted to do this with you since our first night, and ... and now, I -- I find my old ..." she grunted again, "joy once more with a male who is a little larger there for me."

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"I love having a Rohn against me," Billy said as he lifted her and slid out from her warmth as he carried her to the bed of blankets on the hay, "but I want to love the girl that I knew."

"Why?" Randi smiled as she changed her shape for him, "I'd have thought that you'd want to - "

"Oh, I do," he smiled, "but not at the moment. Right now, I want to hold my friend."

He laid her down and she watched as the large demon crawled over her to take her in his arms and kiss her. Randi groaned loudly and she reached up, needing to touch his shoulder and his side. "I feel a little like you do," she sighed against his ear, "I like me that other way and you feel so good against me, but not quite as good as you feel now. My horns get in the way a little then too. I'll have to get used to that."

When he drew his head back to ask her if what she'd just said indicated her want of him for more than this, his voice failed him as he looked down.

Her lovely face smiled up at him and there was no mistaking what he saw in her shining eyes.

Just as there was no mistaking the markings which were still there on her now-furless face. He gasped a little and ran a finger over her cheek to trace them. "These are still here," he whispered, and she nodded a little.

"Uh-huh," she smiled, "They'll always be there unless I have to hide them or something. I can make them disappear if I want. But I like them, because I want you to know that I'm thinking that they'll need to be there for a long time. Miranda Lee Farber wants to be a Rohn for Lord Ayt'han. I think that must be a little obvious by now. But I want a little more than that, you know."

She lifted her hand from his shoulder and she touched his cheek for a moment before she toyed with his long hair and looked into his light gray eyes, "I want my friend to be more to me than that. Oh, we'll probably have some fights in it, but I'll never leave you, Billy, not even if I'm mad at you. I want a huge Ch'arnn demonlord as my husband and my place is to be next to him."

As his eyes widened, she sighed and smiled softly, "Now that I know that we can actually fit together somehow."

"You want this?" he gasped, "You -- you want a demon?"

"Don't be silly," she chuckled, "I went through that round of questions to myself a long time ago. I didn't know anything about you or your situation then, but I began to wonder that night, and when you came back here, I just knew then. I sure hope you agree, because I don't think that I could ever want anybody else. Holding somebody like you against me and tasting your fantastic kisses has been just a little life-changing to me, you know.

So do you think that we can try it, Billy? I really want to be your girl."

She watched his beautiful eyes as they looked at her and she saw his smile, "It might not be as easy as that. Far easier to be your boyfriend than it is to just say that I've chosen. We tend to be a little permanent in our intent at times like that."

"I know that too," Randi said a little seriously, "so I understand. But we're here now and I'm trying to tell you with all of this, that I'm ready to choose whenever you are."

Her head went back then as he began to kiss her throat and his large hand ran over her shoulder, where he could just make out the edges of more of her markings. "They're on the sides of my ass too," she chuckled with a shrug, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. When I love somebody, I guess I go a little large."

It was the last thing that she said for a while as he kissed her and she felt the warmth of his hand on her breast. Randi's universe shrank then to little more than the space that their bodies occupied, taken completely in the way that Billy began to make love to her.

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Lizzie shook her head in a way that broached no argument. "The only thing that you and I are going outside for anymore is to take care of your horses," she said to Elliott.

"But Lizzie," he said, "we've only just met. I don't want you to think -- "

"Shush, Elliott," she smiled, her ability to maintain her sternness fading from her, "Listen," she said as she put her arms around his waist, "I know that your Momma and Daddy raised you up proper to be a gentleman. I see that and I really like that about you. But it's already late for going to the hotel and hoping that they've got a room for you there. If you're really that big on it, we can go tomorrow.

Right now, well I'd really like it if you could try to see things my way. We had a great dinner, and you know that it's gonna snow tonight to beat the band, so the horses need to go into the stables with ours. I don't like the thought of you being out here with no hotel room to go to, because I already know you enough to be able to tell that you'd just freeze to death not wanting to feel like you'd be putting us out any to come back and stay here tonight, that's all."

She leaned in to kiss his cheek quickly, "I have my own rooms at the back and you can stay with me. I like you a lot and I'm not going to want to sit in here and worry about you freezing to death over a simple thing to me.

I know that you can be a gentleman, Elliott. I know we just met but we like each other so I'd much rather sit by the fire and get to know you better." She smirked more to herself then, "And I'm sure that there's a lot of things that you'd like to know about goblin girls, too."

"No," he said, not wanting her to feel badly in any way, "I mean, yes -- I mean --"

Lizzie hugged him then and all of his worries faded away in an instant. "I meant," she said with her tusk grazing his jaw, "that I know that I've just got to be way different to you, that's all, and I really do want to sit by that warm fire and just spend time with you. Come on, Elliott -- please?"

Elliott looked at her and he just, ... he just felt that the way that she'd said it removed his will from him. "It's gonna be a little awkward, me staying here tonight, but, ... Ok, Lizzie, I'll stay with you."

Elliott groaned then as Lizzie kissed him and at that moment, they both knew that everything else was just a long list of details to be worked out between them. Lizzie's heart flew in her chest over this young and shy man, and she knew that it just had to be Christmas again. She knew that Elliott T. Hopkins was hers without a fight and would do anything for her -- and she planned never to abuse that or treat him badly as long as he treated her well in return.

She already knew that he was different and special when she'd asked him if he knew what it was that she did as an occupation and he 'd nodded, "I know, Lizzie. I don't mind that if you don't mind that I'm a bank clerk. There just can't be anything more boring to be."

For somebody like Lizzie, there might be a long list of men whose interest only extended to fucking a girl like her once. Nobody wanted to even get to know her let alone live with her. They went outside then and saw to the horses.

"Do you really think that it'll snow up a storm tonight?" Elliott asked her, "You said that you're a farm girl from Nebraska, so you'd know more about reading the weather than me."

Lizzie closed the door of the stall behind Jonas' horse and looked up at Elliott slowly.

She looked into his soft brown eyes and he looked at her yellow ones and her dark greenish skin along with the small tusks that he saw protruding from her lower lip.

"I'm afraid that you'll have to kiss me really nicely and for longer than a count of -- about a hundred, if you want my honest opinion, Elliott."

Well he did, it seemed, and they stood in each other's arms for a few minutes, sighing to each other, and in that time, Lizzie felt the erection that Elliott would no doubt be mortified to be having. With any luck at all, Lizzie hoped, it was only the first of many that she'd have to deal with. It was a hell of a job, she thought to herself, but she was up to it if he liked her enough to be her boy.

When he tried to break the clinch out of his shame, she held him against her tighter. "I know what that is, Elliott, and I know that you can't help it," she said as she looked into his eyes a minute later. "But I can, so please don't feel embarrassed over it. I know what to do with it -- if you'd let me help, and I think we can get along just fine."

Elliott stood in shock until he remembered that Lizzie was no stranger to males after all, and then he felt a little proud that she was rather nonchalant about it, knowing the truth as it hit him between the eyes. This girl liked him and he liked everything about her.

Until now, he'd had only fumbling and reluctant attempts at anything with human girls who liked his body because they thought that they ought to, but they really didn't like more than having the idea of liking his body and that it ought to be good enough for him somehow. The most satisfying times for him had been with a girl from a poor family who'd treated him well and he'd learned from her -- until they'd moved far away.

He sighed, and Lizzie loved the way that it felt against her ear. "You don't mind that I'm a ... well, what I am?" she asked him, suddenly needing to know.

"I like you, and I'm proud that somebody like you likes me the way that you do," he said, not knowing much better and scoring huge points with her in that moment. "Do you really think that it'll snow tonight? You never answered me."

She looked at him and saw a little of the future then so she hugged him tightly again.

"Oh God, I hope it does," she said.

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Randi was still on her back as Billy loved her with his mouth and hands. She writhed and made little sounds of joy when she wasn't in one of the faster parts of the rollercoaster that he was keeping her on. She bucked her hips gently because she had to -- a little at least for the way that this made her feel, and also to let him know that she liked what he was doing for her. She knew what she was to him in this.